A Olicity Historical AU: Touch can be so much more than just, physical.
A/N: T-rated and 1 chapter of ?. I’ve been struggling with writer’s block for a while and wanted to say thank you to three lovely friends for their friendship and never ending cheerleading. It is so appreciated. xo @tinaday3w@hope-for-olicity@quiveringbunny
London, Spring of 1816
Oliver Queen, the Earl of Archer, concentrated on taking his next breath as he attempted to keep the piercing noises of the jubilant ballroom suppressed to a tolerable irritation. Draw air in, as if inhaling the pleasing scent of a blooming flower. Ease out, to attempt to relax. Draw in. Ease out. Draw in.Ease out. He repeated his personal mantra over and over in his mind. If he could keep his concentration he just might make it through the night without embarrassing himself and his family.
As the van skidded to a stop and he saw her standing there he gave himself barely two seconds to feel relief before jumping out of the van and running toward her.
He had no idea what was happening except that Curtis had said she was trying to disable a nuclear bomb herself.
Felicity whirled around and saw Oliver running toward her. Seeing him was like seeing her very own safe haven because that’s what he was. After everything they’ve been through and even though they weren’t together anymore he represented safety. He always had and he always will. She didn’t hesitate running the short distance to reach him.
“What’s happening?!” Oliver barely got the words out before Felicity’s body collided against her own, her hands around him clutching tightly to the back of his jacket, gripping the fabric tightly in her fist, burying her face in his chest.
Felicity felt Oliver’s arm’s wrap around her only after a few seconds of hesitation, holding her to him and for that moment even though she knew a nuclear bomb was going to go off any moment now she still felt safe in his arms.
“Felicity?” Oliver clutch her to his chest, his voice full of concern.
“There’s not enough time.” Her voice cracked as she realized this might just be their last moments. The thought made her press her body tighter against him and she could hear the rapid beat of his heart against her ear. “The nuclear bomb’s about to go off.”
Oliver’s heart pounded in his chest at her words. If she was right this whole area was ground zero. This whole area and more would be wiped out in moments.
His hands pressed into her back holding her even tighter against his body if that were even possible with how tightly they were pressed against each other.
Every instinct he had was screaming for him to get Felicity to safety but there just wasn’t enough time.
But if this was it, if this was their last moments than he wanted to spend it kissing the woman he loved, the love of his life, the woman who represented everything he wanted out of life, hope, light, love, a family. She was his always and in that moment he couldn’t think of a better way to die than kissing her.
His hands moved from her back, to her face, cupping her cheek he tilted her head up toward him and swoop down capturing her lips with his own.
Felicity breath hitched in her chest as his lips touched her and couldn’t help but kiss him back. If these were her ladt moments than there was no other place she wanted to be.
Oliver’s moved his mouth over hers, pouring everything he had into it, how sorry he was for everything, how much he wished he could change things between them and how much he was still completely in love with her.
Felicity sunk into the kiss her hands moving up to clutch at his shoulders, her mouth opening on a sigh.
Oliver slipped his tongue into her mouth, tangling her tongue with his own in a familiar dance.
Felicity slid her hands past his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck, clinging him tightly as they kissed as if it were the last time.
Oliver slid his hands around her back, wrapping his arms around her so completely he surrounded her.
The rest of the word fell away to the point they didn’t notice the flash light or the ground rumbling beneath their feet.
It wasn’t until their lungs started to ache with the need to breathe that they finally broke apart registering that the bomb had gone off but was contained.
Still they barely separated, they’re lips just inches apart, leaning their foreheads together as they practically breathed each other’s breath.
And for a moment they allowed their selves to linger snd feel that perfect feeling of how right it felt to be each other arms because once they separated things would go back to before this moment and neither of them was ready for it.
So they lingered commiting this moment to memory. A moment where they thought this was it, they were going to die but it didn’t matter because their last moment would have been spent in each other’s loving embrace.
Imagine the Avengers finding out you're a single mom
So, this is the first Avengers fan fiction I’ve ever written, and I’m really excited about it. I felt like writing something light-hearted and cute.
Also, no pictures or gifs because I wrote it on my phone. Sorry.
You had been an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D for several years now, working your way up through the ranks. After your most recent promotion, you were finally working with on the actual Avengers Initiative project. It had caused a bit of a stir, a young, pretty female agent working with the team. However, you’d made it clear that you weren’t interested in a relationship right now, and you’d developed some good friendships especially with Natasha (because she finally had another girl around) and Steve (because he was just such a sweet guy).
What you didn’t count on was Tony Stark and his darned curiosity and need to know everything about everyone. You were pretty open about most things, but you were careful to make sure that your work and your personal life never mixed. There were certain… aspects of your life that you didn’t want to make public knowledge.
You had been training with Clint and Natasha when Stark first confronted you. After several hours of the other two beating you in almost every competition, all you wanted was to get home and take a hot shower. However, before you could even get to your locker to get your stuff, Tony was stepping out from around the corner, giving you an odd look. You glanced down at his hand and felt the warmth drain from your face; he had your file.
“So.” He leaned back against the wall. “That twelve month leave of absence you took five years ago. What’s that about?”
“Family emergency.” You muttered, trying to push past him. “I need to get home, Stark.”
“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. You’re always off the clock by nine pm. Why? You know, you get more than your fair share of days off, too. Where do you go, (Y/N)?”
“It’s really none of your business.” You glared at him, resisting the nervous urge to run a hand through your hair. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go.”
You pushed past him and practically ran out, not slowing down until you were sliding into the seat of your car. You breathed a sigh of relief. You knew when you came back to work that you would have to be careful. You couldn’t risk anyone finding out about your four-year-old son, Oliver.
You took a long, complicated route back to your apartment, making uses that anyone (meaning Tony) would have a hard time finding you. When you did get home, your babysitter was waiting impatiently on the front porch. It was 9:45, and she was supposed to get off at 9:30. You apologized and handed her an extra tip. “Is Oli in bed?”
“No.” The babysitter sighed. “I tried, but he said he needed you to tuck him in.”
“Okay.” You smiled at her as you unlocked the door. “I’ll take it from here. Thanks for everything.”
The moment you stepped inside, Oliver ran up to you, throwing his skinny arms around your legs. “Mommy!”
You scooped him up, peppering his face with kisses, which caused him to giggle. “Hi, baby. Did you have fun today?”
“Yes, Mommy.” Oliver yawned, burying his little face in your neck. “Mommy, will you tuck me in? I’m sleepy.”
“Of course, Oli.” You gave him an extra squeeze and carried him to his bed. You had just set him down on the bed when you heard a thump in the front of the house. You stared seriously into his big eyes. “Oliver, stay here. Mommy will be right back.”
You grabbed the gun that you kept hidden on you at all times, slowly making your way into the living room, you turned to corner, gun at the ready, only to lower it with an exasperated sigh. Tony Stark was standing in the middle of your living room, examining the family pictures on the walls. Steve stood behind him, looking somewhat sheepish as he met your eyes. You figured Tony probably convinced Steve that you were in some kind of trouble to get him to come.
You were about to speak when you felt little hands clutch the back of your pants, Oliver’s head peeping out around your leg. “Mommy, who’s that?”
“Just some men I work with, baby. Don’t worry.” You knelt down to pick up your son. “Come on, let’s get you in bed.”
After putting Oliver in his bed for the night, you made your way back out to the living room, crossing your arms angrily. You glared at Tony and Steve. “Explain.”
“So what, that’s your kid? That’s why you’re off so much?” Tony was staring at you like he’d never seen you before.
You sighed. “Yes, that’s Oliver. Who, incidentally, doesn’t know that his mom works for S.H.I.E.L.D. I try to keep my work and my family separate.”
“So, are you married then?” Steve asked innocently. You sighed. Of course, he would ask. In his time, people got married before they had kids. You closed your eyes slowly, taking a deep breath.
“No, Steve. Oliver’s dad skipped town as soon as he found out I was pregnant. It’s just me and my baby.”
Steve looked extremely upset on your behalf, while Tony just looked interested, like he wanted to know more about the situation. Which, knowing him, he did. “So you’ve been raising this kid all by yourself.”
You nodded. “I was so scared at first, but Oli is the best thing that ever happened to me. He’s my whole world.”
Steve nodded, his gaze flickering to the framed finger paintings on the wall. It was obvious that your son was the center of your life. “He doesn’t know about what you do?”
“No.” You shook your head. “I’ll tell him someday, but right now I just want to keep him safe.”
“What’s his favorite superhero?” Tony interrupted, and from his cocky attitude you knew he expected to hear his name.
“Spider-Man.” You informed him, smirking as his face fell slightly. You grew serious. “You won’t tell the others, will you?”
“Nope.” Tony smirked. “You will.”
The following week, you stood next to Steve in the elevator, clutching Oliver tightly in your arms. The two men had helped you tell the others about your son a few days before, and they had all insisted on meeting him. You had spent a very long two hours explaining everything to little Oliver, who was know staring at Steve with wide eyes.
“Are you really Captain America?” He asked in a small, shy voice.
“Yes I am.” Steve smiled at him, causing Oliver to snuggled closer to you.
“Were you really frozen in an iceberg for a looooong time?”
You were about to scold Oliver for being rude, but Steve cut you off with his reply. “Yes.”
Oliver stared at him, dead serious. “Was it really cold?”
You giggled as Steve answered that yes, it was. Before Oliver could ask another question, the elevator doors opened, revealing the room full of eager faces.
You walked in, introducing Oliver to the first people you saw. “Oli, this is Clint and Natasha.”
“You’re Hawk Eye.” Oliver pointed at Clint. “And you’re Black Widow.” He directed his finger at Natasha. “You guys are so awesome!” He wriggled down from your arms and ran to hug both of them. When he hugged Clint, he looked up at him very seriously. “Mr. Clint, are you in love with Miss Natasha?”
He ran off before Clint could answer, leaving them both blushing. He ran over to Thor, gasping in awe. “You’re Thor! Are you really from Asgard? Where’s your hammer? Can I feel your armor?”
Thor, who didn’t have much experience with small children, smiled amusedly at your son and then glanced up at you, clearly not sure what to do. You smiled, motioning for him to kneel down so he could better talk to Oliver.
Before Thor had finished answering even half of Oliver’s questions, your son was running over to Bruce, startling him by climbing up into his lap. “Hi. Are you Mr. Bruce?”
Bruce nodded, looking terrified. Oliver bounced on his lap. “My mommy says that you’re reeeeeally smart. Are you really smart? Do oh do a lot of math?”
He looked over Bruce’s shoulder just then and saw Tony, who of course, wore his Iron Man suit. Oliver scrambled down off of Bruce and ran over to Tony, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Hey, you were in my house last week!”
He turned to grin at you. “Mommy, did you know Iron Man came to our house last week?”
You nodded, watching as Oliver hugged Tony’s metal-clad leg and asked him to teach him how to “kill all the big bad guys”. You did believe that this was your sons first fangirl moment.
Steve smiled at you, gesturing towards your son, who was now excitedly asking Thor for a piggy-back ride. “You have to bring him to work more often.”
Warnings: depression, cheating, violence, probably some swearing tbh.
Summary: Your divorce is final, and the only thing you can think of is escaping from the life you used to share with your ex-husband, Yoongi. At the urging of your best friend Jimin, you buy a house and move out to the little seaside town he’s living in. For a while you almost regret the decision, thinking your life could never open up to someone again, until a chance meeting with Jungkook has you thinking otherwise.
setting: catholic all male boarding school (pt 1 here)
word count: 965
a/n: this verse is doing things to me tbh
Maybe it’s because it’s spring, the turn of the season - could be because he’d swallowed down coffee at dinner to get through studying for his biology exam tomorrow, but Oliver feels a restlessness burn underneath his skin. Wavering, wanting something that cool, articulate text on firm textbooks don’t do for him.
He sneaks out - the first time in his entire track record, because the nuns are strict on curfew. It’s the first time, sure, but he has enough friends who do it to know how, to creep, silent as a shadow through the long stone corridors.
He’s unsettled, shaky, needs something that he doesn’t want to admit.
The cool night air is refreshing, wakes him up, fuels the restlessness festering in his chest, and Oliver stalks magnetically to the track, lone figure running laps catching his eye. He vaguely wonders why no one has realized - track lights are still on, after all, glinting mistily against the dark sky.
It’s Flint, Oliver realizes, feels a low heat surge through his entire body at the sight of the older boy, muscles outlined starkly from the inky sky.
No wonder nobody cares. None of the teachers bother anymore, not with Marcus Flint. They know it’s a lost cause and no amount of detentions can nudge him from his habits, push him to ‘strive for the best and proper education’, as they always plead.
Flint doesn’t notice him until two and a half more laps, or maybe he pretends not to. But then the tall figure is padding over, half graceful and shining with sweat, to where Oliver is curled in on himself against the wind, arms crossed tightly.
Flint grins, jagged teeth flashed for a millisecond. “Looks like I’m a bad influence. Wood.”
“You think a little too highly of yourself.” Oliver scoffs, but his pulse is fluttering against the thin skin of his neck, almost feels like butterflies are going to burst out and swarm around him, make his emotions transparent and bare.
Flint doesn’t come closer, not like two days ago, but Oliver still feels like prey, cornered.
(These are listed in order of the timeline of the series, not the way that they were written! If you’d like to read them in the order that I wrote them, start with Over You first, then The Prelude, With You, and then Home To You. Thanks for reading! I’m really glad y'all are liking this series!)
Felicity rang the doorbell, her heart beating out of her chest as she ran through the scenarios again. His mother could answer the door and politely ask her to leave. Or it could be Thea, who would undoubtedly slam the door in her face. Or he would, and he’d give her some kind of lame reason why he hasn’t spoken to her or returned any of her calls. Felicity groaned, stepping back from the door and hitting her forehead, “Oh, I just got really busy, after telling you that I love you and kissing you senseless.” She mumbled, pacing in front of the door.
Just as the door swung open, a flash of lightning lit up the sky and Felicity yelped.
Felicity turned around to see Thea standing in the doorway with her arms crossed. "It’s not a good time.”
Felicity hesitated, “Wait, Thea.”
“What? You think Oliver actually wants to see you? After everything you put him through?”
“You blame me, and I get it. Trust me. I blame me too.”
Thea watched her carefully, “My brother got on a boat to run away from you. He was gone for five years because of you.”
“I know I can’t fix that. But I want to fix this. Thea…I loved you as much as I loved Oliver. You guys…you were my family.”
“And if you hadn’t broken his heart…we still would be.”
“Look,” Felicity sighed, “I deserve every low blow that you want to hit me with, but I need you to listen to me. I loved him. I would have given up the world to fix it, to take it back…Thea, I wish that I had said yes.”
Thea watched as tears filled in Felicity’s eyes, and for the first time in four years, she saw her the way that she used to; like her hero. The woman she wanted to grow up to be just like. She trusted those words. “It’s the biggest regret of my life, Thea. Maybe the only regret. And now he’s back, and I’d be lying if I said that I don’t still love him. I always have.”
Thea pushed the door open a little wider, “He’s asleep…but I guess…if you wanted…we could, I don’t know, hang out, or something. Like we used to.”
Felicity smiled, feeling her heart healing for the second time in nearly six years. The Queen family left a void in her, but Oliver kissing her mended it a little, and Thea wanting to talk to her again healed it just a little more. “I would love that.”
Felicity followed Thea into the kitchen, sitting at the counter while Thea went to the cupboard and pulled out two glasses. “So, Oliver’s been pretty strange lately. Disappearing all the time, leaving in the middle of the night…I was kind of wondering…have you guys been, you know?”
“Have we been what? Oh. Oh. No. No, no, no. Definitely not. I haven’t seen him since he checked himself out of the hospital and I dropped him off here.”
“I’m starting to think he’d be better off at the hospital, then. I have no idea where he goes. Mom’s talking about getting him a handler,” Thea smirked, “Like a babysitter. Oliver refuses, but Mom tends to get her way with these things. He’s just been so strange, we’re both worried. He’s different, Felicity,” Thea breathed, her eyes full of concern. “Something in him just seems…broken.”
Felicity felt her stomach knot at the thought of Oliver being broken. “Where do you think he’s going all the time?”
Thea shrugged. “My first guess was you,” she eyed Felicity suspiciously for another moment, before deciding she was innocent. "But I guess it must be some random girl he’s using to forget.“
Felicity bit her lip, not wanting to hear or believe that. The knots in her stomach tightened even more. "What about you?” she asked, changing the subject. "How are you dealing with all of this?“
"I’m okay. I was really happy to have him home. I always dreamed about it but I guess I just…expected it to be different. I know that sounds selfish and awful. He’s just not the same person, and I really want him to be okay. I need for him to be okay. But I don’t know how to help him, he won’t talk to me about the island, about what happened to him…about those scars.”
Felicity nodded, “He’ll come around, honey, he just needs time. He’s spent five years away from society, he needs to adjust. But he loves you. And he’ll be okay again.”
Thea smiled, taking a sip of her water, “You always could make me feel better.”
Felicity shrugged, rolling her eyes, “I’m just that good.”
“I’m sorry, you know. I’m sorry for the way I acted at the hospital, and for all of the nasty things I’ve said to you over the last five years. For ignoring your calls and shutting you out.”
Felicity shook her head, “You have nothing to be sorry for, Thea. You have a right to feel any way that you do, just like Oliver does. And I hurt both of you. I understood why you hated me…I’m just glad to get you both back now.”
Thea smiled, “I really think Oliver still loves-” Both of the girls jumped at the sound of shattering glass. “Oliver!?” Thea called, her voice rising in worry as she abandoned her spot at the counter and ran for the stairs. Felicity followed, grabbing her phone from the counter top and calling after Thea.
Felicity was on Thea’s heels as they barged into Oliver’s room, but she wasn’t fast enough. Oliver laid on the floor of his bedroom, glass surrounding him, the storm coming in through the shattered glass doors. Thea immediately ran to him, her bare feet stepping on the glass. She pulled on Oliver’s shoulder, trying to turn him over.
“Thea-” Felicity started, about to warn her to be gentle when Oliver flipped over, pinning Thea on her back and holding her down with his hand clenching her throat. “Oliver!” Felicity yelled, instinctively stepping towards him. His grip didn’t loosen, and his eyes were wild as his head shot up to look at her. “Oliver,” She said again, calmly, “It’s Thea, look, it’s Thea. Let her go.” She spoke soothingly, coming closer until she could touch his arm. Oliver’s eyes dropped to Thea, and after a moment of recognition, his hand released her, flying behind his back like someone had hit him. He fell back and pushed himself away from her, curling up into a small ball as he breathed, trying to control his thoughts and calm down.
Felicity pulled Thea up, inspecting her, a bruise in the shape of Oliver’s hand already forming. She hugged Thea to her chest, glancing down at Oliver, who was already watching them with hurt, remorseful eyes.
Thea was crying, but she knelt down to Oliver, “It’s okay,” she choked, “It’s okay, Oliver,”
Oliver shook his head, “No, it’s not.”
Thea slowly wrapped her arms around her brother, “Your pain is deeper than what we can see, Oliver. It’s not your fault.”
Oliver pressed his face to Thea’s hair, “I’m so sorry, Speedy. I never want to hurt you.”
“I know that,” Thea rushed, “I know.”
“I have to leave.” Oliver replied. “I can’t stay here like this, with you and Mom right down the hall.”
“Oliver, you can’t be alone, either. You’re staying here. This is your home.”
“He can stay with me.” Felicity offered, and both of her favorite Queens stared up at her.
Oliver shook his head, his eyes darkening as he imagined all of the ways that could go wrong. “Hell no.”
“I have the room. You could sleep there…” Felicity trailed off, smoothing Thea’s hair.
The meddler in Thea saw her opportunity, “Oliver, at least for tonight.”
“No.” Oliver insisted. “I’ll find somewhere else to stay.” He said, getting up and gathering his things. “I’m sorry, Speedy. I’ll be back tomorrow and we’ll…figure this out.” He glanced at Felicity as he shoved clothes into his bag, “And I’m sorry…to get you involved in any of this.” He finished quietly.
The two most important girls in Oliver’s life watched as he rushed out the door, headed off into a storm where neither of them knew he’d be safe. “Oliver.” Felicity followed him into the hallway, grabbing his arm. He turned slowly and her hand instinctively slid down his arm to hold his hand. “You’re a good man. Don’t forget that.”
“I just…I just hurt the one person I’ve never wanted to hurt.”
“Thea’s going to be fine. But I think she needs you here more than she needs to you to go.”
“Not tonight,” Oliver said, shaking his head slightly, “Tonight I think she needs you. Take care of her, please.”
When he tried to let go of her hand, she held on tighter, "Oliver,“ she argued, "What if I need you too?” She asked.
Oliver’s eyes searched hers for a brief moment, and then he dropped her hand, “Then I would say that you’d be better off with someone like Barry Allen.”
“Barry? How did you even…Oliver…” Oliver turned away from her and headed down the stairs.
"so...did you miss me?" (from that 5 word prompt list) for coliver pls?
Part of the little College AU I have. Enjoy!
“When does your flight get in again?” Oliver asked over skype.
“5:30, hopefully there won’t be any dumb weather
“If there are, I’ll change them myself.” Oliver smiled when
he heard Connor’s tinny laugh over the
It was the end of another semester, and Connor was awarded a
study abroad scholarship to Oxford for his English and History studies. Connor
was dying to go, and after constant support and pushing from Oliver, his
application was so stellar that the program would be foolish not to accept him.
Both men were over the moon, but it wasn’t until the night before Connor left
that they realized just how long they
would be away from each other. Four
months. Four months of not waking up to each other. Four months of having to
work around a schedule to talk to one another. Four months of not touching,
kissing, laughing, or holding each other. They slept holding each other that
night, the tears they shed stuck to their faces and shoulders.
can’t come fast enough, I’m ready to get out of here,” Connor shifted, his
face becoming blurred by pixels.
“I’m ready for you to get out of there, too. Did you have a
good time?” Oliver asked, clutching the pillow he was holding closer to his
“I guess, but I miss
you so much. Still do,” Connor said softly.
“Only a few more hours, then I’m all yours,” Oliver replied,
moving so he was lying on his side.
Connor sighed, “I
can’t wait,” he looked at what must have been the clock on the screen and
winced. “Shit.I should go now, I have to finish packing.”
Oliver tried to ignore how quickly the pang in his chest
came when Connor said that.
“Okay, go finish packing. I’ll see you soon, okay?” Oliver
winced at the painful lump that formed in his throat.
“I’ll see you. I love
you Oliver, so, so much,” Connor croaked.
yes hi hello time for cute Coliver prompts? I gotcho back LET'S SEE how about all the domestic Coliver, Connor coming home from a stressful day and Oliver doting on him and baking him tasty treats because he's the world's best boyfriend and then they make sweet sweet love perfect
Gahhhh this is ridiculously sweet. I love it. Thank you for the prompt! Enjoy!
If Connor were being honest with himself, he would just admit he was having a stressful day. It was finals week at school, which was enough to drive him over the edge of insanity. Plus on top of having to study,
he had to cram in time to work on the latest case for Annalise. It was too much
for Connor to handle. And he should have just told Oliver he was stressed out and had a lot going on; rather than
ignoring him and shutting him out.
wasn’t trying to be an awful boyfriend, it just sort of happened. With all the
time he was putting into work, and studying, it seemed like there wasn’t any
time to see Oliver. So for the past four days, he had been holed up in his
apartment. Dishes piled up in the sink. Take out boxes strewn over the
counters. And paper was everywhere. Spread over the coffee table, littering the
Currently, Connor was slumped on
floor, eyes burning from lack of sleep and the late hour, a pen tucked behind
his ear, and a cup of coffee half empty in his hand. Taking in slow, careful
sips, his eyes scanned over the paper clutched tightly in his other hand. All
the information was blending together. Things for the case, study material, he
could hardly distinguish it. A sudden pounding in his head made him clench his
eyes shut, hoping it would just go away. It didn’t.
Felicity, before I met you, I had a plan. I had a way that I was gonna be. But then you walked into my life, or I…showed up at your cubicle. And you changed everything.
I was in darkness. But with your kindness, your generosity, your compassion, your intelligence, your wit, and your trust, you brought me into the light. You let me know that I deserved it. You were that light.
And I don’t know if I still deserve that trust, if I deserve you. I probably don’t. But whatever has happened, whatever will happen, the way that you make me feel is the best part of my life.
You can ask me to say that I don’t love you, but I will never lie to you again. You are my always. And I just want the chance to be yours.
Oliver Queen Appreciation Week (Day 7)-go creative! (in collab with rebecca who wrote the whole meta for if there is any confusion)
After “The Climb” aired, there was a lot of discussion on the four people that Oliver Queen saw in his dying moments, those being his parents, Thea, and Felicity. Many criticized the fact that he only saw these four individuals, saying that there were more people that he cared about that should have been shown. Now it’s true, there are many other people that he loved deeply, and equally, I would argue, as those shown, but this was not meant to be a montage of Oliver Queen’s favorite people. This was something else entirely. This was his instincts kicking in, attempting to keep him alive.
First his brain showed him his parents. Both of his parents have now given their lives for him, and Oliver is constantly aware of this. He feels indebted to their sacrifice, and desperately wants to stay alive to honor their memory and to keep fighting, because that is what he knows they wanted from him.
But Oliver is still dying. So his brain steps it up a notch. He sees Thea. While this duel may have saved her from the judgment of Ra’s al Guhl, it does not change the fact that Oliver still feels the need to protect her. Malcolm has her in his clutches, and Oliver knows that he will continue to abuse his relationship with her to achieve his own nefarious purposes. He is her older brother, and he still feels the need to keep her safe.
Finally, in it’s last ditch effort to stop the looming hand of death, his brain pulls out all the stops, and shows him Felicity. In that moment, all the things he’s been telling himself about her, about why they can’t be together, go away, and she is what he’s been trying not to look at her as: hope. Hope for a better future, a better life, a better him. She is an ocean of joy that he didn’t know could exist and right now he has barely got his feet wet. If he dies now, she will be the greatest thing that never happened to him. Oliver loves her so much and he knows how it will crush her if he leaves. He can bring himself to bruise and batter her heart, justifying that it’s protecting her from something worse, but his death would break it, and that, he cannot allow.
Yes, it’s true that Oliver cares immensely for people like Diggle, Tommy, Laurel, and Sara and I do not doubt that if he were dying as most of us will, he would think back on them. But this is not Oliver Queen reminiscing over his loved ones as his life draws peacefully to a close.
This is his body violently screaming at him to survive.
Can you write something fluffy about the olicity height difference? Idk maybe he's holding something up high out of her reach and she's jumping to try and get it? I don't know. I don't care. Anything! !!!
Five glorious minutes.
That’s all he’d gotten that night.
Five minutes of perfect, unadulterated Felicity time. She’d been on point about their extracurricular activities at the lair and on the way home, talking about the newest blood scan from one of the Ghosts they’d managed to get, and then she’d run upstairs to change into something more comfortable before coming back down, adorably barefoot and clad in plaid pajama bottoms that featured little turtles hiding here and there, running her fingers over the back of his neck, kissing his cheek and then…
Oliver stared at her. She was hunched over the table, meticulously going through spreadsheets of something or other. He hadn’t asked and she hadn’t volunteered because they both knew it would be Greek to him. He’d barely looked at any of that crap when he was CEO, and here she was, logging in extra hours, going like she was made of pure energy. She was amazing, beyond amazing… but she had to sleep at some point. The night before she’d brought the work into bed with them, the night before that she’d had it sprawled out all over her desk at the lair and the day before that she’d been talking in her sleep about dragons in board meetings.
She needed a break… and he was going to give her one.
She didn’t hear him come up behind her. She barely shifted when he paused behind her, looking over her shoulder, watching her pen drift over the page as she mumbled to herself…
One second she was reading a piece of paper, and the next it was gone as Oliver snatched it out of her hands.
“What, hey,” Felicity said, spinning on her stool to find him backing up a few paces, hiding the paper behind his back. She raised her eyebrows. “Uh. Oliver. What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking we need a new rule.”
She narrowed her eyes at him as she slid off the stool and took a step towards him.
“No more work at home.”
“That’d be great, except the company is still swimming in really dark, ugly blood-red water, Oliver. Do you want to know how much money we’re still hemorrhaging? And by hemorrhaging I mean we are, like, literally throwing money away..” She made a move to snatch it out of his hands but he spun away, holding it over his head. “Oliver, give me the paper.”
“No,” he said simply. “Not until you promise no more work at home.”
Felicity opened her mouth to retort before changing her mind.
She pursed her lips with purpose, her eyes drifting up to the paper he held above his head.
And then she smiled, and Oliver didn’t trust it one bit.
“Fine. Alright, I…” Felicity leapt at him. “Give me the paper, Oliver!”
Oliver laughed, dodging back, holding it out of her reach as she jumped to yank it out of his hand but she was too short - she could barely reach his forearm, much less his hand a couple feet over her head.
That didn’t stop her from trying through, or from using him as a vault to get more height as she jumped, trying to grab it out of his hand much to his amusement. She shouted at him, demanding he give it back, but Oliver kept her at bay, fending her off with his free hand, his laughter dissolving into giggles that matched hers as they made their way around the loft. She tried to use the couch to get on his back but he just caught her, maneuvering the paper out of reach much to her dismay, and when he ran into one of the pillars, she almost got it, but he got it away from her just in time…
She finally paused.
“Fine,” she panted, glaring at him.
Oliver grinned, keeping the paper overhead.
“I really need that paper, Oliver,” she said breathily, her chest heaving, and despite himself, his eyes slid down.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her tank top was decidedly tight.
Felicity took a step towards him. He tensed, expecting her to jump on him again but instead she just shook her head in quiet exasperation, moving in to wrap her arms around him.
“You…” she whispered, pushing herself up on her toes to kiss his neck. Her lips grazed over his throat, making his eyes slip shut as little pleasurable zings zipped through him. But he kept his hand up. “… are right.”
“Yes,” he sighed, nodding. “I am.”
Felicity snorted, not deviating from her path as she trailed a series of kisses along his jaw and down again, making him moan softly. He leaned into her, wrapping his arm around her waist…
This, this is what he’d wanted. Not just the way she made him feel, but his girlfriend present, right there with him, taking their them time without reminders of what they had to do on a daily basis… These little moments were the best parts of his day and he didn’t want to sacrifice them for anything…
Felicity suddenly slipped her hand into his pants and cupped him, making him choke on his next breath. She wrapped her fingers around him, his body hardening instantly, swelling under her feathery touch. She slid her finger over the tip, dipping her nail in the little slit, making him groan before she moved down to cup everything.
Oliver gasped her name, clutching her closer, leaning over her to press his face into her hair as her tongue drifted over his collarbone…
He realized too late what was happening.
His hand had fallen down, the hand holding the paper, and the second it was within reach, Felicity grabbed it.
Oliver’s eyes snapped open in surprise as she laughed triumphantly, darting away from him.
“Hey!” he shouted, moving for her but she slipped past him.
He got one glimpse of her glowing face, of her lip disappearing between her teeth where she bit it, of her sparkling eyes wide with mischief… and then she was off, running for the stairs.
He was behind her before she could get out a yelp of surprise. He chased her up and into their bedroom, tackling her onto the bed, tickling her into submission until she begged him to stop… and then somehow she lost her top and his pants disappeared.
When Felicity went to find the paper the next morning, she found it crumpled up in his sweats at the foot of the bed.
Wanting to be more attractive for his smoking hot sort of boyfriend, Oliver goes out and buys fancy new glasses. He doesn’t really like them himself. His older, rounder ones are more his style, but thin narrow frames are in right now, the saleswoman assures him. And when he looks in the mirror, he doesn’t look bad. Just… different.
His co-workers all applaud the change, but Oliver still feels uncertain. He can’t help but think he’s trying to be someone he’s not.
Later, he opens his apartment door to Connor, whose smile drops the second he looks at him. “What happened to your glasses?”
“I got new ones.”
“These look better with my bone structure,” Oliver says, parroting the words of the saleswoman.
Connor frowns harder. “I thought you liked those round ones.”
“I do - did.”
Connor, brows drawn together, glances at him, but then shrugs and looks away.
Felicity goes into labour when they are stranded on a deserted road and Oliver is freaking out. Team Arrow and Lyla come to the rescue.
I actually had more fun with this than I should :P THANK YOU Maha, I hope this is what you wanted, I couldn’t get Oliver to properly freak out :P you’ll see what I mean :P.
Keeping The Calm.
“This was such a stupid idea.” Felicity mumbled as she shifted in her car seat.
“Hey, we both needed a break.” Oliver replied as he put his foot down on the accelerator. “We’ll be back in Starling before you know it …and the hospital… and we can follow your birthing plan.” He said calm and collectively his hands tightening on the wheel.
“I’m sure these are just those Braxton Hicks…” she said puffing out a breath before her hand came to rest on her side. Olivers slowly covered hers rubbing soft circles into the back of her hand.
“We can do this Felicity.” Oliver said softly. She smiled through the pain when suddenly the car started to slow down.
“Oliver?” She said tilting her head. Oliver frowned as the car rolled to a stop. “Please tell me the car hasn’t broken down on a seemingly deserted road?”
“No I’m sure its fine.” He said with a fake smile Felicity knew all too well. “I’ll be right back.” He slipped from the car popping the hood as he went. He slowly propped it open, taking a look at the steaming engine. The sound of the car door opening caught his attention. Felicitys head popped around.
“Looks to me like somehow the batteries dead.” She frowned slightly before she clutched the edge of the car; she screamed a little then grit her teeth together. Olivers hand fell to her back rubbing soothing circles.
“Breathe, remember the techniques.” She glared at his over her glasses and he couldn’t help but smile. The pain slowly subsided and she stood straighter.
“Call Diggle, he’ll sort this.” Oliver nodded pulling out his phone, he frowned slightly.
“I have no service.”
“Are you kidding me?” She said exasperated. She slowly walked towards the car door when suddenly she felt a sudden rush of water down her legs and feet. She looked down and then up to the eyes of her concerned husband. For once in her life she saw his perfectly calm persona crack and the sheer panic spread across his face.
“I… Errrr your waters just broke.”
“I do not need to be told that.” She stated with a shake of her head thanking god she was wearing a dress. She slowly reached into the car for her phone. “Damn it!” She said in frustration. “I have no service either!”
“I can walk further down the road; see if there is someone who can help us.”
“Don’t you dare leave me here Oliver!”
“No. You do not get to leave your pregnant wife who is in labour!” She said before another wave of pain hit her, she clutched on to the car in desperation. Oliver’s hand fell on her back once more rubbing gently.
“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.” He said reassuringly. As the pain subsided she leant onto the car.
“Oliver we have to do something. I mean surely you have some safe guard in place in case anything happens.” She said raising an eyebrow.
“I know you Oliver.”
“You won’t like it.” He whispered. She raised an eyebrow crossing her arms over her bump.
“Just tell me.” He slowly grabbed her left hand his thumb rubbing across her wedding band before he slowly pressed the emeralds either side of the diamond on her engagement ring. There was a small beep and then silence. “You put a tracking device in my engagement ring!” She said her voice loud.
“Hey it’s saving us now.” He said with a shrug and a smirk.“ She playfully slapped his chest.
“Yes but in future it would probably be useful to know I have a tracking device.” She said with a quirk of her eyebrow.
“Well maybe, but it works both ways it’s sending out a distress signal now, straight to all our phones.” She shook her head.
“Okay I’ll concede it is needed right now.” She took a shaky breath as she could feel the muscles contracting once more. “Oh god!” She leant forward grabbing Oliver’s hands and squeezed them tight. Oliver had known pain all his life, he’d been tortured, blades ripping into his skin, arrows, bullets, a variety of weapons but nothing compared to way his wife’s hands were squeezing tightly, he could feel the bones in his hands compressing as he stared into her face wanting to take her pain away. She let go and breathed as the pain subsided, he flexed his hands slightly feeling a little shaken. He was completely out his depth but he could not let his wife know that.
“Do you want to sit down?” He asked quickly this mind raising. He had no idea how to fix this.
“Are you okay?” Felicity asked tilting her head.
“Yes sure, I’m fine.” He answered a little too quickly.
“Please tell me you are not freaking out right now?”
“No.” He lied.
“Oliver.” She placed her hand in his. He glanced into her eyes then, he could see her love shining through like a beacon instantly calming him. “We can do this.” She whispered softly as if psyching herself up at the same time.
“Of course we can.” He said with an easy smile before he leant forward placing a tender kiss to her forehead.
15 minutes later and he was not calm. Felicity was in the back of the car, screaming and blaming him for getting her into this mess. There was no sign of Diggle or any of the team, and he was so under prepared to deliver his own child.
“Oliver!” Felicity screeched Oliver opened the back door wider leaning in; his wife was leaning with her back against the other door. Her legs were up on the chairs as she huffed, and pushed. Her hair was stuck to her face, her glasses slightly skewed. He couldn’t help but admire how beautiful she looked regardless of the circumstance. “Stop staring and do something!” Felicity said through gritted teeth.
“I…” Olivers mind went blank as he tried to figure out what he could possibly do.
“So help me god Oliver! If we have another child I am not going anywhere with you when I’m near my due date!” Oliver couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t you dare laugh!”
“I’m not laughing.” He replied trying to hide his humour.
“I swear I will make your life a living hell if we don’t get help soon and I don’t get to a ho- ARGGGH!” She screeched at the end. Oliver leant forward taking her hand.
“It’s okay I am right here. I’ll always be right here.” She squeezed his hand tightly as he tried to mimic the breathing techniques they had learnt in their classes. She slowly copied him breathing through the pain.
“I swear the bullet hurt less than this does.” Oliver couldn’t help the laugh that over took him then as he saw Felicity’s eyes sparkle too.
“I love you.” He said with a tender smile. Just then they heard the sound of blades swirling, Oliver stood back up and out the door. His head instantly fell towards the field beside them where a helicopter was landing, and before he had much time to think Lyla was running at them gun ready.
“Oliver?” She asked stepping closer. “We got your signal we had to leave Sara and Andy at my parents. What seems to be the-” She stopped when she reached him seeing Felicity in the back. “Oh wow Felicity, come on we’ll take you straight to the hospital.”
“Thank you.” Oliver said with a grin as he and Lyla helped Felicity out the back.
“Thank god you’re here Lyla!” Felicity said as she hugged her. “How the hell did you do this? Twice?” Lyla smiled at her.
“Believe me you don’t really remember the pain once they’re here. I’d say you’re pretty far gone by now so lets get you some pain relief.”
“Yes please! I really could use some of Digs aspirins.” They all laughed as they slowly made their way to the helicopter, and eased Felicity in even through her contractions.
“Right take us straight to the hospital Johnny.” All looked at Diggle in the front manning the controls.
“Okay. I’ll radio the others tell them there’s no emergency but to fetch your car. That okay man?” Oliver pulled the radio over his head.
“Yeh no problem, patch me through and I’ll tell them.”
“Okay hold on I’m lifting off, I’ll get us there as soon as possible Felicity.”
“Thank you John.” She said breathing out sharply clutching onto Olivers hand.
“Hey guys no emergency. Felicity is in labour so Dig and Lyla are taking us to the hospital will you fetch the car back?” Oliver said into the radios speaker as the helicopter lifted off.
“No problem-” Roy started before Thea interrupted.
“Oh my god! Felicity is in labour! Come on Roy we need to be there I need to see my niece…”
“Or nephew Speedy.” Oliver said with a shake of his head. Suddenly Felicitys grip on his hand tightened as he turned to see her eyes closed shut and breathing deeply. “I gotta go I have more pressing matters.”
“We’ll see you soon Ollie and good luck to you both.” Laurel replied as the radio flicked off, he could hear Theas excitement in the background.
“Hey I’m right here.” He said squeezing Felicity’s hand lightly.
“Remember no matter what I say during this, ‘cause pain makes me loopy, that I love you Oliver and I can’t wait for the next chapter of our life to begin.” She slowly moved there joined hands over her bump, over their baby. Oliver blinked trying to stop the tears as he smiled before planting a soft kiss to her lips.